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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A18734	The firste parte of Churchyardes chippes contayning twelue seuerall labours. Deuised and published, only by Thomas Churchyard Gentilman.	Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.	1575 (1575)	STC 5232; ESTC S104983	109,539	236

I haue spoke and sped in matters small By helpe of him that hath my Verses all But farre God wot I am from that I seeke And misse the marke that many men do hit Wherfore sal● tears do trickle downe the cheeke And hart doth feele full many a wofull fit And so aside in sollem sorrow sit As one in deede that is forsaken cleane Wher most he doth deserue and best doth meane No matter now though ech man march tread On him that hates the life he beares about Yet such as shall these heauy Verses read Shall finde I blame my fortune out of dout But sens on hope no better hap will sprout I yeild to death and vpward lift the minde Where lothsome life shall present comfort finde Sens hope can haue no hony from the Hiue And paines can plucke no pleasure for his toile It is but vaine for weery life to striue And streatch out time with torment and tormoile Get what we can death triumphes oer the spoile Than note this well though we win neer so mitch When death tacks al we leaue a mizer ritch To liue and lacke is doble death in deede A presente death exceeds a lingring woe Sens no good hap in youth did helpe my neede In age why should I striue for Fortune soe Old years are come and haests me hens to goe The t●me draws on I hate the life I haue When hart shall breake my griefe shall ende in graue Should I seeke life that finds no place of rest Ne sotle nor seate to shroude me from the ayre When cramping colde be clipps my carefull brest And dollor driues my hart in deepe dispayre For such foule dayes darke death is wondrous fayre As good to make the skrawlling worms a feast As pleas y world wher mischiefe maks her neast Hie time it is to haest my carkas hens Youth stoole awaye and felt no kinde of ioye And age he laft in trauell euer sens The wanton dayes that made me nice and coye Wear but a dreame a shadoe and a toye Sith slaurye heer I finde and nothing els My hoem is thear wher soule in freedome dwels In warrs and woe my yeers aer waested clean What should I see if lordly lief I led I loek in glas and finde my cheeks so lean That eury owre I do but wishe mee ded Now back bends downe forwards faulls the hed And hollow eyes in wrinckled brow doth shrowd As though two stars wear creping vnder clowd The lipps waxe cold and loeks both pael thin The teeth fawlls out as nutts forsoek the shaell The baer bald head but shoes whear hear hath bin The liuely ioynts waxe weery stiffe and staell The reddy tongue now folters in his taell The wearishe face and tawny collour shoes The corraeg quaills as strength decayes and goes The sweete delites are dround in dulled minde The gladsome sports to groning sighes are bent The frisking lims so farre from frame I finde That I ▪ forthincke the time that youth hath spent But when I way that all these things wear lent And I must pay the earth her dutie throw I shrincke no whit to yeld these pleasures now Had I possest the giftes of Fortune heer A house a wyfe and children therewithall And had in store to make my frendes good cheer Sutch commō things as neighbours haue at call In such dispayre perchaunce I would not fall But want of this and other lackes a skore Bids me seeke death and wishe to liue no more Yet for to beare a peece of all my woes And to impart the priuie pangs I felt From countrie soile a sober wife I choes In mine owne house with whom I seldom dwelt When thousandes slepte I waekt I swet I swelt To compas that I neuer could attaine And still from hoem abroed I brack my braine The thatcher hath a cottage poore you see The sheppard knoes where he shal sleepe at night The daily drudge from cares can quiet bee Th●s Fortune sends some rest to eurye wight So borne I was to house and lande by right But in a bagg to Court I brought the same From Shrews brye towne a seate of auncient fame What thinkes my frindes that thear behind I laft What fault finds she that gaue me lief and suck O courting fien thou art to cold a craft The Carter haeth at hoem much better luck Well well I saye a due all worldly muck Ne howse nor land we bear away I knoe I naked cam and naked hence must goe The greatest kyng must pas the self saem way Our daye of byrth and buriall are alike Their ioye their pompe their wealth and rich araye Shall soen consuem like snow that lies in dieck No bucklar serues when sodayn death doth striek As soen may coem a poer mans soule to blys As may the rich or greatest Lord that is Well ear my breath my body doe forsaek My spreet I doe bequeath to God aboue My bookes my skrowls and songs that I did maek I leaue with frindes that freely did me loue To flyring foes whoe 's mallice did me moue I wyshe in haest amendment of their wayes And to the Court and courtiars happy dayes My fortuen straunge to straungers doe I leaue That strangly can retain such straung mishap To such as still in world did me disseaue I wyshe they may bewaer of such lyk trap To sclaundrous tongues that kyld me with their clap I wyshe moer rest than they haue gyuen me And bles thoes shreaws that corst and crabbed be To such as yet did neuer pleasuer man I giue those ryems that nyps the gawlled back To such as would do good and if they can I wyshe good luck long lief and voyd of lack To currysh karls a whyp and collyars sack And to the proud that stands vpon their braus A waynskot face and twenty crabtree staues To surly syers that scorns the meaner sort A nightcap foord with Foyns I them bequeath To such as skowll at others good report And sets much stoer by their owne paynted sheath In sien of luck I giue a willowe wreath To such as aer vnnaemd and merits mutch The stoen I leaue that tries the gold by tutch To gentill race with good conditions ioynd I wyshe moer ioy than man imagin maye And sens for pooer I haue no money coynd God graunt them all a mery mariage daye To such as doth delyte in honest playe I wyshe the gold that I haue lost thearby And all the wealth I want befoer I dye Now frends shack hands I must be gon my boyes Our myrth taeks end our triumph all is don Our tykling talk our sports and myrry toyes Do flyed away lyke shadow of the Son Another coms when I my race haue ron Shall passe the tyme with you in better plyt And finde good cause of greater things to wryt FINIS A DISCOVRSE HOVV vertue seames to sleape and Iustice is euer awaken WHen vertue layd her down to slepe and would

liues belowe doe fear the ratling skye Whē Gods aer moued in louring clowds lyek dusky mantels black The troubled aire to mortall men doth threaten ruen and wrack I turne my talke from such discours and treat of that tormoyll Which long this Knight and Lady felt at hoem in countrey soyll And somewhat of the caers a broed that he perforce did taest I mean to wryt so that as troeth my verses be embraest For troeth and tyme that tries out gold hath tempred so my talk That pen nor mues no pleasuer ta●ks on doutfull ground to walk Now whan these staets with links of loue wear tyde together fast And many a sad and heauy thought between them boeth had past Of Princes grace and fauour great to which regard they to●k As chiefest thing and only cause wheron they ought to lo●k ▪ They wayd in ballance of their brests what fittest serud their corus And lyek as wood taeks flaem of fier and so to synders borns So throw the heat of this mishap they felt such sorrowe thoe As though hard deastnye swoer they should consuem them selues with woe The Lady lost her fredom streight the Gods had so decreed Her knight by sodain flight a broad maed vertue of a need And liuing thear with lingring hoep in forrain contrey strange Whear absence might throw present toyes in some men worke a change He stoed as ferm as marble stoen and kept boeth troeth and tutch To her who found few friends at hoem and harts diseas was mutch Yea though this Knight with offers great and treasuer tempted was As they full well can witnes bear who sawe those matters pas Yet small acount of Fortuen nue he maed for still in brest Was shryend the saynt that stoeny wals and pryson had possest No feer nor frynd nor fellow maet this troylus mind might moue This Fawcon scornd to pray abrod at hoem he left his loue Full many a sigh and heuy loek he sent a long the Seas And wysht him self in fetters fast to doe his Lady eas What grief of mynd and torment strang she suffred all the whyell Is knowen to thoes that bondaeg feels whoe 's frynds aer in exiell Could mischief fawll on boeth the syeds moer harder than hit did The oen from ioye and worldly pomp in preson cloesly hid The other forst by fatall chance to seek his fortuen out And shonning danger found dispayre in wandring world about But wayeng well a subiects st●et and what was dueties bounds He yeelded streight to open harms for fear of secret wounds And ventring lyef yea lands and goods to keep his naem from blot And to requit with hazards hard the loue that he had got From Spayn with speed he did retorn and setting foet on land He put his cause in iustice doem and noble Princis hand Though in the yoek with fre consent the humble hart did fall The heauens stoed so out of ●uen he gaet no grace at all And clapped vp full fast in bold a prysnars part he playes Whear gryepping griefs and greuous groens consuemd his gladsom dayes Whyels he a loef full long remaynd and out of daunger crept The dolfull Dame in deepe dispayre his absence soore be wept Yet great regard to promise paste shee had as world well wist And therefore often wrong her hands when that her knight she mist. But now beganne the boystrous blastes to blow in bloudy brest And now the golfe of sighes and sobbs burste out with great vnrest For loe one house helde both these wights yet both a sonder were And both in like displeasure stoode yea ech of both in feare Of Princes wrath and worlds disgrace a heauy tale to tell A plague past hope of heauens blisse a torment and a hell That is without redemption sure but what should more be said Thus vnder locke and barred doores these Iuewels safely laid They must abide the happie houre that God appoints in skies And drincke vp water sweete or sowre or what shall hap to ries The prison than did pleade their case the walles both deaffe and dom Did showe by sines of freedome goone what sorrowes wear to come The skreeking Owle in silent night at window clapt his winges To threaten death or badde successe of sondrie doubtfull thinges No ioyfull sounde was heard with eare no newes of happie yeares No pleasure to the pinched harte in prison strong appeares Admit the Lute with toutch of hand● a heauie domp doth shoe A coelling comfort Musicke brings to wretches wrapt in woe No myrth with mourning moen may match for mischiefe measure lacks And care consuems the minde of man as fire melts Uirgin Waxe In silly Sell and seurall place these two estates did sit Whose comming out did farre surmount the compasse of their wit. As long they spent their tickle time in teen and terror great So oft God wot of matters hard in head did hammers beat Now hoping that the clouds would calme and storms would stand at stay Than looking whan the Planets tornde their course another way But shaken shipps in seas do sincke when surgis ries aloft And vnder waues for want of ayde weake vessels welter oft So that no hope of succour seemes to come when tempests rage Except the Gods draw backe the plagues and winde and weather swage The present panges and parlous thoughts that pearceth troubled minds Is knowne to none but such I say that lacke of freedome finds A prisner beares a simple port most glad to pleas and ●lye As subiect to the keepers becke and iellouse Geillors eye Now trasing out a wearie walke now whisht and quiet stands Now downe on knees now to the cloudes loeks vp with streatched hands Now listning after happie newes now nipt with sorrows old Now sore abasht and broughte in mu●s now mirrie stout and bold Now riepe and reddie for to speake now dumme and dare not store Now fearefull of ech sodaine sounde and clap of eurye dore Now bent to beare and suffer wrong now full repoesd on right Now faine to fawne on feeble folke now setting all thinges light These pashons stil awakes their spreets that careful captiues are Such smart they taste such breade they bite that feeds on loues of care Yea some are sarud with chaunge of meates yet touch they nere a dishe But sits like Tantalus in hell and wants what moste they wishe These twaine I troe were not so vsde but yet when best they sped On heauy morssells mixt with mone their hongrie stomacks fed No daye stoode free from Fortunes foile no houre but norrisht fear No season serude to salue the soers of sooking sorrow thear No drincke could coole the furie hot of thraldoms thirsty throte No pleasaunt Uerse nor dittie fraemde to dollors dollfull note No booke nor storie might reuiue their drowping dead delite For from the thoughtes of thirled hartes are pleasures banisht quight To slowth to sleepe and mirthlesse moods their dompishe dayes enclinde As from